Kendra Lust Librarian Novels & Stories

It felt less like walking into another room… And more like stepping into someone’s lifetime. I slowly turned in a circle. “This is…” “Incredible,” Xavier finished quietly. The librarian smiled. “Archivist Aldren spent nearly fifty years collecting, preserving, and documenting forgotten history.” My eyes wandered over the shelves. “All of this… Belonged to him.” Silas stepped closer to one shelf, reading a few faded titles. “I don’t think we’d finish looking through this in a month.” “I imagine not.” She looked at the three of us. “If you’re searching for something specific, I’d recommend starting with the catalogs.” She pointed toward a small desk tucked into one corner. “There are handwritt

6 feet and she was a little bit chubby with a round face. “Hello, I have been watching you both since you came in and you seem to look lost. Is there anything I can help you with?” She said with a big smile on her face. “Uhhhmm, yes,” Alex said as he hesitated for a while before answering the lady. “I am looking for the librarian.” “Oh, there he is.” The lady said as she pointed to a man at a desk close to one end of the library. “No, he’s not the one. This man had a daughter that used to be here too, her name’s Chelsea.”

What better way would I get to research on the mysterious Alpha King but in the library? I would need all the knowledge I could to find him after I left this place. It must have been close to a week that I had been coming to the library when it happened. "We have to close the library." I looked up from a particular interesting story about my father to Wendy, the librarian. "May I borrow this book then?" Wendy smiled at me apologetically. "It is too heavy to have in your room. You may try to lift it without any of your maids present."

She was willowy and beautiful, with long blonde hair and huge round glasses that made her big eyes even larger. “Hello,” she greeted me. “How can I help you?” “My name is Cassandra Keller,” I answered. “The Alpha King gave me permission-” “Ah, Mrs. Keller,” the librarian interrupted me. “Yes, His Majesty mentioned you would be coming. Please, follow me, and I’ll show you around.” “Thank you,” I replied politely. The librarian rose from her seat and held the door open for me. The library wasn’t very large by any means. The walls were a rich cream color and the floors were a deep brown. The shelves were arranged neatly in rows and every book was clearly indexed by their names and subjects.

The realization hits me immediately after the thought forms. Shit. Kydra quietly enters my study later, carrying several stacked books against her chest. I pretend to continue reading the documents in front of me even though I’ve barely understood a single line since she walked in. The room stays quiet except for the soft sound of books shifting onto shelves. At some point my eyes lift toward her again. She moves carefully around the library, fixing books with surprising patience while loose strands of dark hair fall around her face. Her bangs still cover too much.

She opens it by trailing a zig zag pattern and chanting something my mind cannot even grasp. My stomach muscles churn as anxiety and eagerness are flooding me the moment we step inside. I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding after I scan the surroundings of a pretty much regular room, a table with four chairs in the middle, and a bookshelf holding some old, dusty, worn out books that seem to disintegrate any minute now. “A library within another library.” Blake voices looking around, his eyes conflicted. Kendra motions us to have a seat, and then she takes out a large book from the shelves, we flinch as the book hits the table with a thud.

"Again, I'm afraid I'll have to refuse. I'm busy during the day, working at the library." Dummy. Of course I did. In fact, Lia had read all about her and knew the woman had been recently appointed as head librarian. But maybe she could spend some time there. It might even be a better place to approach her and engage her in conversation. "Excuse me." The woman behind Lia nudged her. "There are still some of us waiting to get our books signed. "Oh. Yes." Lia glanced over her shoulder and flashed an apologetic smile. "Sorry." But still she stood there, unwilling to move away yet.

she begged and pinched her brows, making a look of helplessness. "Every written word is important, Lorraine. It's rather better to ask for a summary of the book than say 'only the important part of the book', okay?" Herla corrected her. Lorraine remembered her school librarian. This would have been the exact same response they would give to anyone who insinuated there's a part of a book that was less important than another. "Are you a librarian?" Lorraine's eyes followed Herla as she flapped her wings. "Yes. I used to be a librarian."

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

' thought Kiara with a bitter smile while remembering the faces of madam Karla , Justin and James . " ........I better start reading before someone comes here . That way I can finish faster . ' thought Kiara and gathered herself together . She looked around and suddenly came to notice that the library was huge . There were countless ways and the bookshelf reached the ceiling . She looked at her feet then at the bookshelf again .